Rub

Chapter 6

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His tongue is incredible.

So are his hands. He presses them to my inner thighs, his fingers and thumbs teasing and parting my folds… Every time his tongue ventures away from my clit, down into my wet heat, he teases the abandoned button with the pad of one of his thumbs.

Whoa.

I arch on the bed, feet planted on the soft mattress, hips thrusting upwards, grinding my sex to his mouth and hands.

He murmurs words I don’t understand and lashes his tongue up to my clit again. And again. And again.

Holy. Fuck.

I grab at his hair, clenching my fist in the cool thick strands, holding on for dear life. It’s happening. My orgasm begins in the soles of my feet, a tingling rush of blood that shoots up into my core, a detonation of clamping, constricting muscles.

I’ve never climaxed so quickly. Hell, even under my own hand, it usually takes forever to get off. This…

More raw whimpers and cries burst from me as I’m consumed with pulsing waves of pleasure. My toes curl, and I gasp his name over and over.

He slides his body up. My pleasure-fogged brain tells me his weight isn’t supported on anything as his hips settle between my spread thighs and his mouth finds my right nipple.

He suckles on the peak, steadily pulling on my flesh as he slips one long-fingered hand between my legs. He sinks two fingers into my wet entry as his other hand somehow encircles both my wrists above my head. Did I put them there? No idea, and it drives me wild with carnal lust and excitement.

Am I arching into his hips? Maybe. Am I whimpering his name? You betcha. Over and over. Am I about to orgasm again? Hell yeah.

He moves his mouth to my left breast, this time nipping it with his teeth before sucking. Through a delicious haze of pleasure, my brain tells me his body weight isn’t pressing into me the way normal physics demands. It’s as if he’s somehow floating a whisker above me. His body heat seeps into mine, and his skin kisses mine, but I’m not being crushed by him. He’s all muscles and smooth skin and towering power. I should feel compressed beneath him, at least my hips and stomach should—that’s where our bodies touch—but I don’t. All I feel is his teeth and tongue on my nipple, his fingers on my clit, his palm around my wrists, and his torso nestled ever-so-gently between my thighs.

Magic. Djinn magic.

It’s incredible.

How the fuck am I ever going to be satisfied with anyone else after this?

I won’t be. But that’s for later. Now, oh God, now, I think I’m about to?—

He tightens his grip on my wrists, draws my nipple deeper into his mouth, and plunges two fingers inside me. He scissors them, stroking my inner walls. I gasp, bucking my hips upwards into his penetration, and erupt again.

A deep rumble of approval vibrates through him, and he’s suddenly feasting on the side of my neck, his lips greedy. His body presses a little down onto me, the weight heady and hot and holy shit— Holy shit, what is he doing to my clit with his fingers? Am I about to come again? Am I?

A third orgasm shudders through me, turning my bones to liquid heat and my breath to hitching whimpers.

“I love the sounds you make at my touch,” he murmurs against my neck and my wild pulse pounding there. “It gives my existence purpose.” He nips at my neck, releasing my wrists and sliding his hand down the length of my stretched arms to cup my breast. And yet… Yes, my wrists are still loosely gripped, still pinned to the bed.

Liquid excitement and lust sheers through me. He’s kneading my breast and teasing my nipple, stroking my clit and dipping into my wet folds, and he’s pinning my wrists to the bed. It’s impossible, but he is.

An invisible mouth— Kaami ’s mouth—latches onto my other nipple and sucks, even as he continues to worship the side of my neck with his lips and teeth and tongue.

“Kaami…” I moan, drowning in pleasure and aching for more. “How…”

“I am your djinn, my Aliana,” he whispers against my throat. “My magic is yours.”

Djinn magic.

I fucking love djinn mag?—

Invisible hands circle my ankles and spread my legs wider as his weight vanishes from my body.

The pressure on my wrists grows firmer, the sucking on my nipple hungrier. Another mouth finds my other nipple, hot and greedy for my flesh. The finger on my clit becomes a hot, wet tongue for a giddy moment and then turns into thumb, swirling and rolling over the sensitive nub as two long fingers stroke my inner walls. It’s as if my body is being pleasured by multiple Kaamis even as I gaze up at only him.

He's towering up between my spread thighs, his hands—the ones visible to me—smoothing over my hips, his chest heaving. “I want to be inside you, my Aliana,” he states, his voice deep, his eyes a blazing violet. “I want to be surrounded by your warmth.”

I want that too. I really do. But…he’s a djinn with magic and power beyond anything I can comprehend. He could have anyone.

“Tell me what’s in your mind, my Aliana,” he whispers, fingers feathering over my delicate, sensitive skin.

“Why me?” I whisper back, terrified the question is going to ruin everything but needing to ask it. I have to. No one has ever treated me so reverently, as if I am precious and wonderful. I don’t know how to process it. Raw lust is one thing, and oh boy, is there a whole lot of raw lust happening right now, but there’s something else as well. Something far more…more…significant.

His violet eyes glow brighter for a heartbeat, and then he looks at me with storm-cloud grey human eyes. “Because your heart wishes for only the most unselfish things.” He lowers his head closer to mine and brushes my lips in the softest of kisses. “And you want to make food for me.”

A wave of warmth and joy and that significant something that couldn’t be love, not so soon, not so fast, but feels like it anyway rushes through me. A wobbly laugh falls from me on an equally wobbly breath. “A way to a djinn’s heart is through his stomach, eh?”

Oh God, I am so corny.

The corners of his glowing eyes crinkle as he smiles. “My heart is yours, my Aliana.”

“My heart is yours, my Kaami,” I whisper back. “And my body.”

He pulls in a slow breath, his weight settling onto my lower body. Between my legs, the large, warm thickness of his hard cock nudges my clit, my folds. Parting them ever so slightly. “May your body take mine?” he asks on a breath, one hand sliding down the back of my thigh to raise my knee up to his side, the other framing my cheek, his thumb tracing the line of my lower lip. The invisible hands and mouths are gone, and now it’s just one sole Kaami. My Kaami. My djinn.

“Hell fucking yeah,” I say, tangling my hands in his hair as I push my hips upwards.

“Done,” he rumbles, and with one powerful thrust, he buries his length inside me.

Reality shatters, replaced with concentrated, pure pleasure.

He’s inside me, moving with slow, perfect rhythm. Stretching me wide, deeper, deeper, almost withdrawing and then plunging deeper into me again. His cock slides over my clit, and shards of exquisite tension shoot through my core, stealing my moan, my breath.

Oh God, this is incredible. Amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

I ride the waves of sensation crashing over me, digging my nails into Kaami’s broad back. He watches me, eyes glowing, hips moving, filling me completely with his length.

Condom?

The word tickles at the back of my pleasure-fogged brain, and a hitching whimper falls from me. I should… I need… Oh God, I have to…

“Kaami…” I pant, clawing at the back of his head, my hips rocking into his thrusts. “Is…is…s-s…safe…con-cond…” Oh God, I think I’m going to come. I think… “Condom,” I burst out. “You’re not wearing a?—”

He becomes motionless for a heartbeat, eyes glowing brighter. A ripple of iridescent light washes over our bodies and something now feels…different.

“For you, my Aliana,” he murmurs, hips rocking into me again, his length filling me once more with slow, deep thrusts. “You will never need to feel unprotected again.”

I don’t need to see it to know he’s sheathed his erection in a condom. For me. Because I asked. Without telling me djinns don’t need to or that everything’s okay or not to worry. He did it for me without hesitation.

And just like that, I fall in love with him. I can’t help myself.

“Kaami…” I feather my fingers over the back of his neck and shoulders. “I… I… Oh God, I…”

His thrusts grow more powerful, and I arch beneath him, surrendering with the pleasure of each one.

We move as one, and as Kaami’s rhythm grows faster, his eyes glow brighter. My name falls from him in husky breaths. His hand moves from the back of my thigh, skimming my side and my breast before his fingers thread through mine.

“Kaami…” I moan, locking my ankles behind his back, taking him deeper. I’m so close to the edge I can barely draw breath. My skin tingles. My pulse roars in my ears. “My Kaami…”

“Yours,” he murmurs, driving harder and faster and deeper into me. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

Forever . The word explodes in my head just as my orgasm detonates, consuming me. I cry out, my sex constricting around Kaami’s cock, squeezing it, gripping it in intense pulses of exquisite pleasure.

“Yours,” he moans, and I feel the word in my soul and my heart even as it seems to reverberate through the very air like a thunderclap. “Yours.”

“Yours,” I echo in a hitching gasp as the waves of my climax continue to crash through me.

And then nothing exists except us. Rhythm deserts Kaami, and his thrusts become wild. He throws back his head and roars, and the air shimmers with iridescent light and sound. Reality ceases to exist. The bed vanishes, replaced with pure colour and nothing else. We milk each other’s bodies, touching nothing but each other, joined in an intimacy both carnal and profound. Our breaths mingle, and our heart hammer as one.

A lifetime, an eternity, a storm of intense pleasure later, the colours and light fade, and once again, we’re lying stretched out together on the four-poster bed.

No, my bed. We’re on my bed in my bedroom, the normalcy of life surrounding us as if I didn’t just experience the most incredible, powerful, beautiful moment of my life.

Holy fuck, how am I ever going to recover from this?

Breath ragged and shallow, I look up at Kaami and touch my fingers to his smiling lips. “Umm…”

He chuckles, and his cock—still buried inside me—moves with the gentle sound. “Umm?”

“That…” Before I can tell him just how freaking amazing that was—and seriously, how do I even do that? I’m a pastry chef who failed high school English. I don’t have the words or vocabulary—someone hammers on my apartment’s door.

Kaami draws motionless, eyes muting to a dark-grey glow.

“Fuck,” I mutter. Maybe we broke something when we came together, and the owners of the tattoo parlour below are pissed. Oh shit, what if someone’s tattoo has been completely fucked up?

There’s more hammering on the door.

“Give me a sec to see what’s going on,” I say, cupping his face in my hands to pull his head down and steal a kiss.

His lips curl against mine, and with a click of his fingers, we’re both dressed and in the kitchen.

The phyllo dough sits on the counter, a neglected ball of flour, water, and olive oil. I throw it a sheepish look. I’ve never not finished making something due to sex.

“The baklava is coming,” I promise, hurrying to the door. Whoever is on the other side bangs again. Impatient much?

“And I will devour it,” Kaami promises back, leaning his hip against the counter, grin playful. “But perhaps after I devour you?”

Yeah, I’m pretty much ready to fuck his brains out again.

“Deal,” I say, opening the door.

“About time!” Jackson Maine complains on the other side, glaring at me.

“Wh…” I frown. “What are you doing here?” I shoot a glance over my shoulder. Kaami still leans against the counter, arms crossed over his broad bare chest. He’s watching us, eyes human and completely unreadable. Damn, he’s gorgeous. And right now, he’s kind of menacing. I turn back to Jackson, frowning again. “How do you even know where I live?”

Jackson slides Kaami a curious—no, change that—a contemptuous look. “Japher gave me your address.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “He what? That’s?—”

“Yes, yes.” Jackson waves a dismissive hand. “I know. Unprofessional.”

“How ‘bout unethical?” I shoot back. “And illegal?”

“That too.” Jackson shrugs before turning on what is clearly his I-am-a-gift-from-the-gods megawatt smile. “But I’ll give him a pass.”

My eyebrows continue their journey up my forehead. “ You’ll give him a pass?”

He reaches out and takes hold of my elbow. “Come on. We’ve got to go. Good Food Australia is waiting to interview us, to interview you in Japher’s Patisserie. I’ve got five minutes to get you there. We’re— you’re their feature story in next month’s magazine.”

Something tight wraps around my chest, and I stare at him, swallowing the lump in my throat. Holy… Good Food Australia is the most prestigious and influential food media outlet in the country. And they want to interview me?

I…

I…

I turn and look at Kaami. I promised him I’d make him baklava, I want to make him baklava, I don’t want to just…just…use him like this. But…oh my God, Good Food Australia ? Any chef worth their weight dreams of being featured in Good Food Australia .

“Aliana?” Jackson tugs on my elbow. “Now. We have to go now.”

Kaami’s gaze finds mine. A violet light shimmers in them. He levers himself from the kitchen counter and crosses to me in a slow walk—almost a prowl—that makes my heart quicken and the junction of my thighs throb with a hungry ache.

I want to be interviewed by Good Food Australia , but I want him more. Besides, the magazine doesn’t want to interview the real me. Only the me Jackson Maine knows of, the me Kaami created with my first wish.

Turning back to Jackson, I grimace. “This isn’t going to make any sense to you, but I’m going to stay?—”

“Al?” Kaami’s hand slips over my shoulder and up the back of my head, his fingers gentle at my nape.

Contempt flickers over Jackson’s face again as he narrows his eyes at Kaami. “Do you mind? I’m trying to give Aliana everything she wants, and you’re getting in the?—”

I shrug off his grip and turn completely to Kaami. “I don’t?—”

He presses one long finger to my lips. “Go. I know you’ll be back. This is too important for you to not go.”

Yeah. I am one hundred percent in love with him.

Dimples flashing, he takes both my hands in his and touches his forehead to mine. “I only ask… Your second wish? Do you know what it might be?”

“You?” I whisper, my chuckle wry and shy and more than a little bit self-mocking. “Can you be my second wish?”

Of course, I know he can’t be. He can’t do love. One of those annoying rules.

But damn it, I can love him, right?

His eyes glow a soft, warm violet, and I quickly brush my lips to his. “I’ll be back ASAP,” I promise.

Jackson snorts behind me. “She’ll be back when I’m finished with her.”

I scowl at him. Seriously, never meet your heroes.

Snagging my keys and phone, I smile at Kaami. “Eat anything you want while I’m gone.”

He arcs an eyebrow. “And ruin my appetite for when you return?”

Jackson reaches past me, snorts louder, and pulls the door shut.

The last thing I see before he takes my elbow again is Kaami bowing, palms pressed together in front of his incredible chest, his lips curled in a mischievous grin.